Soft slits rising above the noise,
Asking the question:
What are words?
The cold intrusion of the soul,
Someone shouts from somewhere unseen.
So? Another person cries.
So, why do I need to make sense?
The shoulders shrug and the world turns,
As time passes without concern.
There is no need to wonder
What will be; You and I are it,
And that is all we need to know;
Words and souls will do what they must.